Monday, May 30, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)



Can you scream louder than your deepest wishes...?

Puedes gritar más fuerte que tus más profundos deseos...?

"...calcium waste, litter and falling like icicles, guess who's next? You're just as guilty as them..." The glorious nosebleed. C.S.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)



Has tenido la impresión de que tú tiempo se termina...?

Had you had the impresion that your time is going over...?

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)


Qué canción sería el soundtrack de tú vida...?
Which song will be the soundtrack of your life...? Posted by Hello

Camel spiders... oh shit!



This picture was taken by fellow troops in Iraq. These are camel spiders, and you do not want to run into them. These things can cruise as fast as a man running, no problem. They like dark places, when they can find them, so our boys would find them in all sorts of places: in coffee pots, under sleeping bags, in latrines, anyplace cool. You have to shake out your sleeping bag before going to sleep, or else you might slide into bed with one. They mostly eat other bugs or scorpions, but aren’t afraid to take a nasty bite out of whatever is bothering them. More than one soldier was benched for getting a piece of his finger bit, and at least one G.I. was sent home after it attached itself to the guy after he got into his bag with one. (He has just arrived the night before, and didn’t know the drill.) No one is exactly sure where it bit him, but he hasn’t been back.

Camel spiders

The hunger....

Nothing human loves forever...



A step away beyond us... is the clearity of feelings and thoughts...

"You'll be back. When the hunger knows no reason! And then you'll need to feed, and you'll need me to show you how..." Miriam Blaylock -Catherine Deneuve-.

The hunger IMDB

Monday, May 23, 2005

Inthere...

Outhere...

I miss the concatenation of my beings... the each-other perception... It's time to melt the space, to broke that clay face... time to confront fears... I miss the midnight hiss....

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)


Son en verdad reales los sueños que buscamos sean concebidos...?
Are really true the dreams that we want to be conceived...?

There are unreachable dreams... and I don't know... how does it feel...


I can´t found sights.. hidden under eyes... is this your dominion...

The beginning of a thought... the pain that apposes inside me, she's blisters recreation into my eyes... it's only water, but it makes me get so scared...

"It must be buried under the heart
that makes this place persistent
you'll find in time, the gate's been open and
I’ve been wondering, if you'd been real with us... it's too late..."

In fear and faith - Circa Survive.

Blue Orchid Fotolog Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)



Cuál fue tú más grande lapso de razón...?
Which one was your great last momentary lapse of reason...?

Friday, May 13, 2005

Something for believers... Holy Bible sketches...



"And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, were four beasts full of eyes before and behind. 7 And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle. 8 And the four beasts had each of them six wings about him; and they were full of eyes within: and they rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, LORD God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come..." Revelation 4:6

Holy Bible Sketchpad

Question of the day (Diary Post)



Porqué el perderse en un instante sin recuerdos, nos marca vacíos, nos deja muertos...?
Why to get lost in an instant without memories, make us empty, leave us dead...?

Thursday, May 12, 2005

New stats... digital concatenation...



I still want to remember how did I lead to this place... full of notes, of pricking colors...

Visions of Eve

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)



Porque despertar bajo la lluvia y alegrarse de la vida...?
Why to wake up under the rain, and get happy about life...?

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Vourdalakas, Vrikolakas, Maras... kinds of mythic night creatures...

Dracula Blogged....

Bram Stoker's vampire novel, published by its own calendar...

Bram Stoker's Dracula Novel.

Question of the day (Diary post)



Cuál es tu concepto de horizonte...?
Which one it's your concept of horizont...?

Red carp... the comic expression..




A graphic persecution of basic ideas, crude and smooth sketches that can express everything...

Red Carp.com

Portraits of the Dead... James Ryman...

A creator of fantasy and visual trips, vampires, werenwolves, zombies... a sepsis in imagination...



JamesRyman.com

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Question of the day... (Diary post)



Le desearías a alguien una enfermedad venérea...?
Would you wish a venereal disease to some one...?

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Grace in composition... visual delight...

Everything about bar codes... lines everywhere... Great design.

Art Posters

Question of the Day (Diary Post)


Porqué te detendrías si descubrieras que todo está en silencio y quieto...?
Why do you stop if you discover that everything is silent and quiet...? Posted by Hello

Coraline...



Now I'm leading through this door... everything is odd... rusted... I'm... lost.... where's my mom...?




Neil Gaiman story... It will be filmed soon.

Book trailer.
You need to see this...
Book Trailer Project

S.H. Movie teasers...


Silent Hill Movie pic. Posted by Hello

Page of pics and info about the movie.
Bloody-disgusting

Silent Hill Movie and graphic novel....


From the horror game Silent Hill... the rise of the fog to our eyes, the perfect contemplation of the deep and that haze that you discover in dreams.

Directed by Christophe Gans, the film maker of Le Pacte des loups (2001)and Crying Freeman (1995). It's dark, stylish and waiting for the dark to come.


Waiting for the release of Silent Hill game graphic novel.







Silent Hill Hell Posted by Hello

Sin City... "Walk down the right alley in Sin City... and you can find anything."

From a Frank Miller story, Robert Rodriguez Sin City movie, based in the concepts of graphic novel, all is about texture and color. Crooked cops, sexy dames, and criminals, the kind of movie for people like you.




Sin City Movie Homepage

Land of the Dead... New George A. Romero film.


What can I say about dead people walking...? the concept of the new growing society, consuming, reacting... the american way of life... lets chop some zombies!

Land of the dead movie Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Question of the day (Diary Post)


Porqué encenderías la última de tus velas...?
Why would you fire the last of your candles...? Posted by Hello

Monday, May 02, 2005

Question of the day (Diary post)


Cuál es el sueño por el que desafiarías a la muerte y amarías hasta perderte...?
Which is the greatest dream to confront death and fall in love till get lost...?

Goldfrapp... The trip-hop... the disease of the soul.



Goldfrapp are the Duo of Allison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory. They came together through a tape of Alison that had been given to Will by a friend. that was the beginning of a "tape-friendship" : Alison sent him tapes with her songs and music she liked, Will sent her tapes of Ennio Morricone, Shifrin or Nyman and they noticed that they had very much in common their love for Italian 60's soundtrack composers and their common love for beautiful peaceful landscapes and mountains- so they decided to work together, combining their talents, skills and long experience in the music business.

Listen Lovelyhead
Listen Paperbag


The World of Trip-Hop

Canto a un Dios Mineral... "El más triste de los alquimistas..." ... calzando los años en sus epitafios.

Se suicidó a los 38... "Porque me pareció poco suicidarme una sola vez. Una sola vez no era, no ha sido suficiente"... . Alguien perdido entre papeles, la poesía... lo único que queda.



CANTO A UN DIOS MINERAL
Por Jorge Cuesta.

Capto la seña de una mano, y veo
que hay una libertad en mi deseo;
ni dura ni reposa;
las nubes de su objeto el tiempo altera
como el agua la espuma prisionera
de la masa ondulosa.

Suspensa en el azul la seña, esclava
de la más leve onda, que socava
el orbe de su vuelo,
se suelta y abandona a que se ligue
su ocio al de la mirada que persigue
las corrientes del cielo.

Una mirada en abandono y viva,
si no una certidumbre pensativa,
atesora una duda;
su amor dilata en la pasión desierta
sueña en la soledad y está despierta
en la conciencia muda.

Sus ojos, errabundos y sumisos,
el hueco son, en que los fatuos rizos
de nubes y de frondas
se apoderan de un mármol de un instante
y esculpen la figura vacilante
que complace a las ondas.

La vista en el espacio difundida,
es el espacio mismo, y da cabida
vasto y nimio al suceso
que en las nubes se irisa y se desdora
e intacto, como cuando se evapora,
está en las ondas preso.

Es la vida allí estar, tan fijamente,
como la helada altura transparente
lo finge a cuanto sube
hasta el purpúreo límite que toca,
como si fuera un sueño de la roca,
la espuma de la nube.

Como si fuera un sueño, pues sujeta,
no escapa de la física que aprieta
en la roca la entraña,
la penetra con sangres minerales
y la entrega en la piel de los cristales
a la luz, que la daña.

No hay solidez que a tal prisión no ceda
aun la sombra más íntima que veda
un receloso seno
¡en vano!; pues al fuego no es inmune
que hace entrar en las carnes que desune
las lenguas del veneno.

A las nubes también el color tiñe,
túnicas tintas en el mal les ciñe,
las roe, las horada,
y a la crítica muestra, si las mira,
por qué al museo su ilusión retira
la escultura humillada.
Nada perdura, ¡oh, nubes!, ni descansa.
Cuando en un agua adormecida y mansa
un rostro se aventura,
igual retorna a sí del hondo viaje
y del lúcido abismo del paisaje
recobra su figura.


Íntegra la devuelve el limpio espejo,
ni otra, ni descompuesta en el reflejo
cuyas diáfanas redes
suspenden a la imagen submarina,
dentro del vidrio inmersa, que la ruina
detiene en sus paredes.

¡Qué eternidad parece que le fragua,
bajo esa tersa atmósfera de agua,
de un encanto el conjuro
en una isla a salvo de las horas,
áurea y serena al pie de las auroras
perennes del futuro!
Pero hiende también la imagen, leve,
del unido cristal en que se mueve
los átomos compactos:
se abren antes, se cierran detrás de ella
y absorben el origen y la huella
de sus nítidos actos.
Ay, que del agua el imantado centro
no fija al hielo que se cuaja adentro
las flores de su nado;
una onda se agita, y la estremece
en una onda más desaparece
su color congelado.
La transparencia a sí misma regresa
y expulsa a la ficción, aunque no cesa;
pues la memoria oprime
de la opaca materia que, a la orilla,
del agua en que la onda juega y brilla,
se entenebrece y gime.

Con más encanto si más pronto muere,
el vivo engaño a la pasión se adhiere
y apresura a los ojos
náufragos en las ondas ellos mismos,
al borde a detener de los abismos
los flotantes despojos.
Signos extraños hurta la memoria,
para una muda y condenada historia,
y acaricia las huellas
como si oculta obcecación lograra,
a fuerza de tallar la sombra avara
recuperar estrellas.
La mirada a los aires se transporta,
pero es también vuelta hacia adentro, absorta,
el ser a quien rechaza
y en vano tras la onda tornadiza
confronta la visión que se desliza
con la visión que traza.
Y abatido se esconde, se concentra,
en sus recónditas cavernas entra
y ya libre en los muros
de la sombra interior de que es el dueño
suelta al nocturno paladar el sueño
sus sabores obscuros.
Cuevas innúmeras y endurecidas,
vastos depósitos de breves vidas,
guardan impenetrable
la materia sin luz y sin sonido
que aún no recoge el alma en su sentido
ni supone que hable.
¡Qué ruidos, qué rumores apagados
allí activan, sepultos y estrechados,
el hervor en el seno
convulso y sofocado por un mudo!
Y graba al rostro su rencor sañudo
y al lenguaje sereno.

Biografía de Jorge Cuesta